I remember the way I was dressed on the day I was raped. It was a simple dress. My feet were clad with little white socks and shoes. I remember. Because as I climbed the stairs back to our second floor apartment it seemed I was detached from my body and watching my escape from the base of the stairs. Many pleasant days had been spent in the downstairs unit with a loving neighbor and her husband. He sent her out to buy sweets for me. It is on that day I discovered that I wasn’t a princess. Life was not a fairy tale. Lacking sufficient vocabulary skills, I could not tell my parents what had been done to me, that which I did not understand, but innately knew was against God’s law. On that day, something of both the divine and the humane were stripped from my soul. God knows. At four months the soul is sent into the body. But prior to that, a spinal column forms, a beating heart, and the sex of the child is determined. So He is intimately aware of our frame. But He is also intimately aware of our condition. For that reason, … Continue reading Rape